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He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Then scream my name when you cum." With that, he increased his pace, driving into her with a ferocity that made the bed frame creak. Her body responded, her walls tightening around him, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm that matched his own.

Ivy felt the coil of pleasure building within her, threatening to shatter her. She clutched at the sheets, her knuckles turning white with the effort of holding on. "Vice," she screamed, the name a prayer on her lips. He took it as an invitation, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her neck as he claimed her in the most primal way possible.

The pain was exquisite, a dark crescendo that matched the frenzied rhythm of his hips. "Say it again," he rasped, his voice a demand that echoed through the room.

“You, all of me belongs to you," she moaned, the words a sweet agony that sent him spiraling closer to his own release. Hisgrip on her hip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust harder, deeper.

The room was a symphony of their ragged breaths and the wet slap of their bodies coming together, a cacophony of passion that seemed to echo through the very walls of the castle. Ivy felt the pressure building, a maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely. She knew she was close, so close she could taste it. "Vice," she whispered, his name a benediction.

He growled, his movements growing more erratic as he approached his own climax. “Tell me again Ivy, who do you belong to?” he demanded. “You, Vice,” She screamed.

Vice's eyes blazed with triumph as he felt her body tense, her walls clamping down on him. "Again," he ordered, his voice a harsh whisper that seemed to echo in the quiet room. "Say it again."

"I belong to you," Ivy panted, the words torn from her in a desperate cry.

With a final, powerful thrust, Vice buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock swelling as he reached his peak. He let out a roar that seemed to shake the foundations of the castle, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her. She felt him pulse within her, the warmth of his release mingling with her own pleasure, and she couldn't help but clench around him, drawing out every drop.

As the aftershocks of their climaxes faded, the silence that followed was deafening. Ivy lay there, her body trembling, her breaths coming in short gasps. She felt his weight on her, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the coldness ofthe stone around them. She didn't dare move, afraid that any sudden action would shatter the fragile moment of peace that had settled between them.

Vice remained still for a long moment; his forehead pressed to hers. Then, with a gentle sigh, he rolled off her, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. She tensed at first, unsure of what to expect, but his embrace was warm and surprisingly tender. His breathing evened out, and she felt his grip on her loosen as he drifted towards sleep. She lay there slowly drifting to sleep too.

Chapter 22:

The next afternoon, Ivy found herself wrapped in a warm embrace that seemed to linger from the night before. The sun cast a soft glow through the castle windows, painting the cold stones in a gentle light that seemed to dance across the floor. She lay in bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, feeling Vice's arms around her waist, holding her close as he slept.

For a moment, she allowed herself to revel in the comfort of his touch. But the reality of their situation was like a cold shower, jolting her back to the present. Did she even want to escape anymore? She felt guilt hit her like a punch to the gut. How could she think that? She needed to be with Alice.

Vice stirred, stretching his arms and tightening his grip around her waist. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, his breath warm and even. The intimacy of the gesture was almost too much to bear, considering their twisted circumstances. "What's wrong?" he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Nothing," she lied, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"Don't lie to me, Ivy," he said, his voice a gentle rumble against her neck. He pulled her closer, his embrace tightening. "I know you better than that. Now tell me." He demands.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed hard. "It's just... I miss Alice," she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. "I miss her so much."

Vice was quiet for a moment, his breathing steady and deep. Then, with surprising gentleness, he rolled her onto her back and cradled her face in his hands. His eyes searched hers,a softness she hadn't seen in them before. "You’ll see her again," he said, his voice low and earnest. "I promise you. Just stay with me."

Ivy searched his face, looking for any hint of deception. The raw vulnerability in his eyes was disarming. She wanted to believe him, to trust that he could be something other than the monster he'd shown her. But the fear of never seeing Alice was too strong. "How?" she whispered. "How can I trust you?"

Vice leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. "You don't have to trust me," he said, his voice a gentle rasp. "You just have to trust that I know how much you love Alice. And I know that if anything happened to her, you'd have no reason to keep living. So as long as she's safe, you'll keep fighting."

Ivy's eyes searched his, finding something she didn't expect—a spark of understanding. For a moment, she saw the man beneath the villain, the boy who'd been taken from his family and turned into a weapon. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vice leaned back, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Because you're the first person to ever challenge me," he admitted. "To ever make me feel... something other than anger." He paused, his thumb brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "And you're the first person who's ever cared about me."

"What do you want from me?" she whispered

"I want you, all of you. And not because I force you to give it to me, but you willingly give it.

Ivy felt a strange mix of emotions—compassion and fear. She knew he was dangerous, knew that she was playing with fire by letting herself get close to him. Was this just a partof his game. But she couldn't deny the way she felt about him. Those feelings could cost her everything.

He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was gentle, given the fiery passion of the night before. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing them open, and she couldn't help but respond. It was a kiss filled with promise, with the potential for a future she never dared dream of.

As their kiss deepened, he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him so she lay on his chest. She could feel his heart thudding beneath her, a steady beat that seemed to resonate through her entire being. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close, and she felt a sense of safety she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Stay with me," he murmured against her hair. "Be mine, forever.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the words echoing in her mind. Being with Vice was like dancing with the devil—exciting, dangerous, and utterly terrifying.